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Cold appeared irritated, grimacing as she pranced away. He waited until the door shut to lean back in his chair with a heavy sigh. His long fingers massaged his temples, and his eyes closed.

Jimmy bounced his foot on the floor as he watched Cold. Unsure what to do since he hadn’t been given any orders, he waited as patiently as he could, worry chewing on his gut.

He had to say something.

He had to tell Cold before anyone else did and this all blew up in his face.

“Cold, sir,” Jimmy began quietly. “There’s something… I think I need to tell you.”

“What is it about?” Cold raised a brow, not sounding interested.

“Well, about my family,” Jimmy replied, continuing to fidget.

“Something… personal?” Cold asked, his eyes opening. He studied Jimmy thoughtfully as he rose from the desk to approach the bed.

“Yes.” Jimmy swallowed thickly.

Cold hummed, shooing Jimmy to the other side of the bed so he could sit down. He pressed his back against the center of the headboard and stretched out his long legs.

Jimmy licked his lips, heart in his throat. He had to do this. He had to tell Cold the truth. “Sir?”

Cold snorted and patted his thigh, and Jimmy obediently crawled over.

He went to straddle Cold’s hips, thinking he was going to ride him again, but Cold corrected him with a firm squeeze on his arm. He jerked his head, directing Jimmy to turn the other way.

Jimmy whined but twisted around as commanded. He wanted to lean back and press up against Cold’s chest, eager for contact, but Cold pushed him forward until he was on his knees and elbows, his ass right in Cold’s face.

Whimpering as Cold’s hands slid up his legs underneath his robe, Jimmy closed his eyes, body wanting to submit, but he couldn’t stop that little voice screaming inside his head.

Jimmy, feeling like he was going to burst if he didn’t get this out, tried again. “Sir, I really need to tell you who—”

“I don’t care,” Cold said flatly. His nimble fingers moved over Jimmy’s hips, his ass, pushing the robe up and out of his way.

“But, sir, I think you need to… Oh fuck.” Jimmy whined, his toes curling when Cold’s fingers danced over his hole. He heard the click of a bottle of lube being opened, and his cock twitched in anticipation.

“I think you need to be quiet,” Cold said, more interested in spreading Jimmy’s cheeks so he could probe at his tender hole with slick fingers. “Not another word, not a sound, unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

The urge to obey was greater than the need to tell Cold the truth about his family, and Jimmy’s worries drifted away as he listened to that beautiful voice.

“Oh? Do you really? Let’s see,” Cold taunted, his voice low and positively wicked. His fingers suddenly plunged inside Jimmy’s hole as he chuckled.

Jimmy bit his tongue trying not to cry out, breathing in and out of his nose in quick bursts.

Cold’s fingers were methodical. Fuck, how were they so long, dipping slowly in and twisting just right to make Jimmy want to scream. He bit down on his fist and panted hard as he did his absolute best to remain perfectly silent.

“How would you feel about a small amendment to our deal?” Cold asked, completely calm. They might as well have been chatting over cards, never mind that Cold was currently knuckle deep inside of Jimmy’s ass.

“Wh-what kinda amendment?” Jimmy said through gritted teeth.

“I want to add an option to extend your services outside of my bed. Would you be interested?”

“You mean the party Rowena was talking about? Oh fuck!” Jimmy squealed as Cold’s fingers twirled and made his legs shake. He could feel intense pressure against his prostate, and he couldn’t help but let a small whimper creep out.

“Yes.” Cold pressed harder, and Jimmy held his breath so he wouldn’t scream. “Usual rate, ten thousand dollars for the entire evening? Additionally, I will acquiesce to my sister’s demands, and I will cover your wardrobe.”

Jimmy sighed in relief as Cold withdrew his fingers. “I’ll go. What… what would I need to do?”